Take me to your dealer.

Writing a blog when you have no life is an interesting dilemma.  (Luckily I'm more of a "glass half full" kind of person, which is probably good under the circumstances.)

It's not the easiest thing in the world to enthrall a readership when you do little more than cruise the internet for a place to live, eat food, sleep, stare blankly at the wall... 

I know.  You're riveted aren't you.

Go on, admit it.  You're sick to death hearing about me struggling to let go of the same old things, the same story over and over again. 

Let me tell you, it's getting to me as well. 

I need adventure.  Some new juice in my bones. 

Now if I could just find a dealer...

Anyone?